When was the last time you felt alive?
I want to know if heaven exists on earth; if it is at all possible to feel euphoria in a place filled with tragedy and sorrow.
So I try to find life in anything that surrounds me, in the faces of people that catch my eye, in the tender activities of nature itself. I try to savor each raindrop that touches my face; In it I find some vigor. I feel it as it trails down my cheek with an effortless grace, and I draw an intense power from the light sensation it leaves in the center of my mouth.
I want to live.
Despite my endless complaints about the world and how much it fucking sucks, from time to time, I still find myself tracing patterns on rough, cemented walls that make almost indistinguishable cuts on the tip of my finger. As I feel blood create tiny lines on my flesh, I realize that...there is a little bit of life there.
So I try to find life in anything that surrounds me, in the faces of people that catch my eye, in the tender activities of nature itself. I try to savor each raindrop that touches my face; In it I find some vigor. I feel it as it trails down my cheek with an effortless grace, and I draw an intense power from the light sensation it leaves in the center of my mouth.
I want to live.
Despite my endless complaints about the world and how much it fucking sucks, from time to time, I still find myself tracing patterns on rough, cemented walls that make almost indistinguishable cuts on the tip of my finger. As I feel blood create tiny lines on my flesh, I realize that...there is a little bit of life there.